R O M A N C E
"Turn on the radio," Gerard said, hands slippery with sweat on the leather wheel of the car.
Frank slowly reached out and turned on the radio, turning the volume knob a bit higher so they can both hear sound.
The crappy radio released a, what seemed to be a Mexican instrumental song. Frank reached out again to turn it off, but Gerard stopped him.
"No," He said slowly. "keep it on."
Frank nodded silently and let his arm fall back down by his side. He let the silence in the air sit for a while before he spoke, "You know I love you, right?" He asked.
"Yes," Gerard answered shortly.
"You do too?"
Gerard stopped the car, the tires squealing. He took a deep breath. "Yes, Frank, I do love you. Why wouldn't you think I wouldn't?"
"I-I don't know, sorry. Just-just keep on driving, okay." Frank sighed.
Gerard silently grabbed Frank's hand in a tight embrace. "I love you," He said, starting up the car again.
Frank finally smiled, and then, Gerard did too. The pair seeing their yellow teeth smile made everything better for them.
"I'm ready," Frank said, squeezing Gerard's hand.
Gerard nodded and pressed the accelerator, the car leaving skid-marks in its wake.
The couple's car kept going faster and faster. They both saw the turn that the road bared. They both crashed through the iron fencing, down and down below onto cold asphalt.
It was then that Frank noticed, through the wind rushing through his ears, and the static the radio was emitting, the song kept going on. It was still playing..
They finally hit the ground and the song kept going on, and on, and on. Just mere static with a faint voice and music.
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